The Moon with finely chiselled face <br />awoke to see his ancient foe <br />dress up with gold-embroidered lace <br />to execute her morning show. <br /> <br />Quickly he looked to earth, straight down <br />into the calmest, clearest lake. <br />It mirrored back his lunar frown <br />and made him look like patty cake. <br /> <br />He wondered then what folks preferred, <br />the choice was Moon, or else the Sun, <br />his vision was a little blurred, <br />as always when his shift was done, <br /> <br />when suddenly the Sun said 'Luna, <br />I think you're handsome and a tease, <br />go cover up under your doona, <br />it's daytime now, my little cheese.' <br /> <br />And Moon went to the land of dreams, <br />not very happy to be labelled <br />a dairy product, but it seems <br />that he became badly disabled <br /> <br />in his next dream and that the Sun <br />had helped to warm his ailing soul. <br />And when it all was said and done, <br />the Moon was healthy, happy, whole, <br /> <br />and since that day they joke and tease <br />each dawn and dusk, foggy or hazy. <br />The Sun still says 'my little cheese', <br />but in return he calls her 'Daisy'.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/moon-and-sun-children/
